I'M SICK Lyrics

Truth is I ain't gonna lie nomo

I've been sick for a long time no antidote

I've been running through relationships like antelopes

Hard times and my demise is feeling close

I'm just standing on front lines to let you know

Writing them love letters send them letter I gotta go

But the waiting for my fall like Geronimo

And I'm standing on your front lawn like here we go

(Yeah)

Different point of views just a different glass

Always chasing bitches with a bigger ass

One minute I'm sliding then I dip and dash

I think I need a doctor cuz my sickness bad

Saying that she love me but I make her mad

Cuz one minute I'm gone then I'm coming back

Consistently never being consistent

Now I'm sitting all alone she wanted distance

I think I'm sick

Think I need a doctor

Fuck it need a whole bottle of vodka

Tryna box me in like a locker

And she always dreading when I come like a rasta

I told you so

I ain't shit

I showed you and yo mama

Half the time I've fuckd up and put you through some drama

I done messed up everything good and made a bigger problem

The only thing that help me is the vodka problem solving

(Yeah)

So many baddies I can't keep my count

She trying to sit on a nigga like I'm a fuckn couch

They say a cheater always cheating we not going out

Different numbers in her phone she not holding out

Bad news I ain't fuckn with no attitude

And when I give you something bitch you show some gratitude

I might be fuckd up off the liquor I ain't stupid boo

She tryna be my only one but I ain't choosing you

Bad bitches makeup on that's a costume

Suck a nigga dick or something drool like dogs do

What would I'd be without you like I'm Ja Rule

She tryna pull up on a nigga like carpool

She say her love going deeper than her tattoos

She know I'm dripping with the sauce like I'm ragú

(Damn)

She gambling like she can't lose

Bet your chips all on me that's a bad move

I think I'm sick

Think I need a doctor

Fuck it need a whole bottle of vodka

Tryna box me in like a locker

And she always dreading when I come like a rasta

I told you so

I ain't shit

I showed you and yo mama

Half the time I've fuckd up and put you through some drama

I done messed up everything good and made a bigger problem

The only thing that help me is the vodka problem solving